Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Broken Pavement




Broken Pavement

I caught my foot
and stumbled forward.
You reached out
just too late
and down I went.

Down I went into
that basement room
where I sit huddled
in misery
gazing into mirrors.

Gazing into mirrors
and listening to
That voice (who’s voice?).
Stupid ugly
unloved clumsy girl.

The unloved clumsy girl
from the basement
wants to cry but holds
those tears.
Cups them in her hands.

In her hands she cups
the sorrow and lifts
her body from that
broken pavement
and smiles at you.

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31 comments:

  1. Sigh.

    I know that girl...

    Beautiful, Dana.

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  2. wonderful piece. Reminds me of something I am always saying, pick yourself up, brush yourself off and hold your head up and smile and continue on.........

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  3. Boy oh boy can I relate to this. Nicely done!

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  4. Oh, well done Bug! Real poignancy in the flow of words.

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  5. She will be okay--beautiful work!

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  6. Aww at the end, and I really like the cool way you connect each stanza. Nice

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  7. Ah...an anthem for all of us who are not coordinated.

    Lovely, Dana.

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  8. Nice! Unpretentious and realistic, just the way I like 'em!

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  9. Sometimes, our own mind can be the cruelest of places to dwell...and yet, if we can overcome, if we can brush ourselves off and pull ourselves up, we can persevere. We can smile through it, and go on, untouched. Lovely piece.

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  10. I know that voice too well.

    Very well done Dana. You captured this so wonderfully.

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  11. the little girl from the basement...cupping tears and still able to smile...beautiful

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  12. I've been that girl. Wonderful poem, Bug.

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  13. We can all relate to that girl, beautiful poem, we need to be less harsh on ourselves at times. Very moving.

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  14. Lovely piece, I think we have all been that girl at some point!

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  15. I know. Sometimes life is tough. Good work.

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  16. Another beautiful capture of a soul. Well done.

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  17. I was skeptical about the repeats at first but think that I've been swayed. Good job creating our image of this girl.

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  18. Lovely work for broken pavement. Really a heart turner.
    On a different note, your menacing canary on my blog today is stupendous. Oh! "The exact placement of the rosette on the body..."!!! Shivers me bones, Bug!

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  19. Aaw, I know of what you speak. : (

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  20. Ah, yes, I know how that feels. So very well written.

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  21. It has happened to me too; so I sure can relate to your lovely poem.

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  22. Great piece! I am glad she resurfaces!
    I have never thought of it as a cellar-
    yet I am certainly familiar with the feelings. I like that she cups her tears
    when mine flow there is very little hope of holding them.

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  23. Beautiful photo to illustrate a beautiful poem. Love the metaphor.

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  24. I felt this one. For me it took off.

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  25. In her hands she cups
    the sorrow and lifts
    her body from that
    broken pavement
    and smiles at you...

    This is masterful, love it.
    :)

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  26. Solid emotional content and imagery.

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  27. Aaaaah! Puts me in mind of a certain some-one from yesteryear. Nicely worded.

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